A StoryTeller's Dream

beloved Mia

2008 ~ 2012

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She had disappeared, as was her usual practice, late in the evening of the 24th of April. It had begun to rain, but that did not dissuade her from prowling the environs in her determined way, and most often would not come to the door to be let in until around midnight. Our fears continued to mount when the dawn did not bring her return, and the ensuing days and nights were spent wandering the neighborhood, calling her name, waiting, and hoping . . .

Words cannot begin to convey the sense of growing loss, and heartache, and concern that she was still out there, alone and perhaps lost, or even having decided to begin a new life somewhere in the wild, which suited her solitary character, and filled her time with whatever takes hold of a spirit so bound to her natural surroundings, needing not the bonds of human contact, but those that defined who she was, and who she was so steadfastly determined to be, a creature so attached to the very essence of nature, yet so inextricably bound to our hearts, and our souls, in ways that defy any rational means of understanding, and will always remain in the realm of absolute wonder . . .

In the morning of the 29th, after walking the area for miles, speaking to anyone we saw, and even calling the animal shelters for any word, we happened to see some scavenger bird aloft in a tree down in the lower portion of the property, and yes, to our horrified and woefully expectant eyes, there was Mia, lying ravaged almost beyond recognition, and so far beyond what our hearts could ever imagine would be this earthly and beloved Angel’s fate . . .

She now lies upon the hill next to our home, below a stone marker, and alongside another Angel, named Lucky, whose time to go came as well not a year ago, at age 5, and long before he too, ever should have . . .

and the mystery of their passing haunts us still, and in our hearts, it always will . . .